Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yeah Right, artist - Vince Staples. Date of issue: 22.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yeah Right |
| Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right |
| (Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) |
| Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right |
| (Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) |
| Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right |
| (Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) |
| Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right |
| (Boy yeah) |
| Is your house big? |
| Is your car nice? |
| Is your girl fine? |
| Fuck her all night |
| Is you well paid? |
| Are your shows packed? |
| If your song played, would they know that? |
| How the thug life? |
| How the love life? |
| How the workload? |
| Is your buzz right? |
| Do the trap jump? |
| Is the club right? |
| Got your head right? |
| Boy, yeah right |
| Pretty women wanna slit the wrist |
| Pretty women wanna be a rich man’s bitch |
| Pretty women want a couple kids |
| Pretty women want a new ass, new lips |
| Pretty women wanna push a Benz |
| Come correct and she won’t let you in |
| Thumbin' through the checks, she gets it in |
| Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend? |
| Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right |
| (Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) |
| Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right |
| (Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) |
| Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right |
| (Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) |
| Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right |
| (Boy yeah) |
| Got an enemy that changes dependin' what direction |
| You’re facin' |
| Got an enemy that tells you off, blockin' what’s efficient |
| You’re placed in |
| You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle |
| You’re chasin' |
| Keep pretendin' that you real |
| Until every selfie is erased |
| Pop 'til it’s fakin' |
| Pop 'til the wrist pop |
| Pop 'til he shakin' |
| Pop like four on the floor been in rotation |
| No allegation |
| Popular demand, I understand my name is only for conversation |
| New York nigga be like «deadass» |
| L.A. nigga be like «on the dead homies» |
| I was off the porch like Fed-Ex |
| 211, got bread on me |
| K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist |
| Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp |
| Temporary pimp, nah, don’t remember them |
| Just canary yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin' gym |
| Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty |
| Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early |
| Fade like shadows, corrallin' the cattle |
| A bitches decision for you, is narrow |
| Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh |
| The physic, the chemist, the lame |
| Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange |
| Compatible for riches with more to gain |
| A sad nigga? |
| Yeah right |
| I don’t fair fight but I bear fight |
| Lookin' for my next roadkill for the headlight |
| Hangin' though my last four kills for the highlights |
| My life, high life, high five, bye, bye |
| Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right |
| (Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) |
| Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right |
| (Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) |
| Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right |
| (Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) |
| Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right |
| (Boy yeah) |